Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth chapters fail to persuade but make a living
Deng Jingshan naturally placed his hands on the Taishi chair, stared at the other person coldly and asked: "Who is coming next?"
Naturally, Yan Zhuang was not to be outdone, he put his hands behind his back and said arrogantly: "I am the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the Third Bureau of Yitong appointed by Your Majesty.
"Your Majesty today?" Deng Jingshan sneered and said: "Your Majesty today can only avoid the orthodox Qianyuan Emperor in Jiangdong. And Li Siye supported Li Jixuan, the son of Heng Wang Li Ai, as a puppet in an attempt to deceive the people of the world. Don't you know that he is safer than a traitor?
Lushan and Shi Siming are even more hateful. An Lushan and Shi Siming at least dared to expose his desires to the public and openly acted as traitors. Since villains like Li Siye have already committed rebellious acts, they still want to shamelessly target the Tang Dynasty.
The banner of supporting the hypocrite not only made the whole country aware of it, but also made the world angry. And you, a traitor like you who don’t know what loyalty, justice, reason, and faith are, have abandoned the light and turned to darkness twice, which shows that you are rebellious and should be abandoned naked.
The public's anger can be quelled by forcing the people to peel off the skin and cramp the muscles with short knives."
When he heard these words, Yan Zhuang was already angry and angry inside, but he only controlled this emotion in his heart. The only expression on his face was that the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly suppressed his anger and adjusted himself.
He smiled lightly and said: "The old emperor Li Heng who fled to the south is now named Shangyuan instead of Qianyuan. You claim to be his loyal minister, how come you don't even know the reign name of your own emperor?"
Deng Jingshan thought that Yan Zhuang would be half angry to death because of his scolding, but he did not expect that the other party would not be moved at all and could fight back without any pain. This shows that this person has lost the relationship between monarch and minister, and is worse than the barbarians overseas.
"In the past, Su Wu was shepherding sheep in Beihai. He didn't know how long he lived in the world, nor did he know the reign of the Han Emperor, but he still kept loyalty and morality in his heart. How could you, a traitor like you, know this!"
Yan Zhuang said with a smile: "Doctor Deng is unparalleled in his loyalty and is worthy of admiration from the world. However, if the people in the world don't know your loyalty, then you will easily become a laughing stock."
"What do you mean?"
"Dr. Deng and the imperial court who fled to Jiangdong are separated from each other. There is almost no communication. It is like an enclave. As long as we distort the recent events and make the imperial court think that you have completely surrendered, Shi Siming. Become a great leader.
As a loyal minister of Yan State, Li Heng will also regard you as a rebellious minister and traitor."
Deng Jingshan's cheeks twitched violently, and he said angrily: "The pure will be pure by themselves, and the turbid will be turbid by themselves. I, Deng Jingshan, walk and sit upright, can I still be framed by you treacherous officials and traitors?"
Yan Zhuang chuckled and said: "As long as we want to, we can really reverse black and white and say white is black. If Dr. Deng is willing to talk to me..."
Deng Jingshan shouted angrily: "What do I have to talk about with rebellious officials and traitors like you? Come here, take him out and behead him."
Yan Zhuang's expression changed, and one of Deng Jingshan's counselors advised him from the side: "If you don't kill the envoys when the two armies are fighting, who will dare to deliver a letter to the enemy after the doctor does this?"
"If that's the case, then beat him with a hundred military sticks and drive him out of the city!"
"You!" Yan Zhuang's lips trembled angrily. Two soldiers had already barged in from the door, grabbed his shoulders one on the left and the other on the right, and dragged him out forcefully.
Yan Zhuang didn't expect that he was already fifty or sixty years old, but he still had to suffer such physical pain. He almost died after being hit with a hundred sticks. He walked away from the gate of hell and ended up lying in the posthouse like a half-cripple.
on the bed.
Fortunately, Deng Jingshan did not drive him away immediately, but he could only lie on the bed to recuperate. Fortunately, the clerk in charge of the post station was an honest man who had never been in trouble. Faced with the foul language of the veterans who came and saw him off every day,
, he can also be patient and treat others with a smile.
His injury was also thanks to the good care of the clerk sent by the inn every day. Apart from doing nothing and worrying, he also felt guilty for not completing the task. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to show his face, and at the same time, he was the most trusted by Li Siye.
The veteran minister Xu Bin was used as a reference. If Xu Bin succeeded in persuading Shi Siming, but he failed to achieve anything, wouldn't he clearly tell others that his second minister was indeed inferior to Li Siye's confidant?
Yan Zhuang was unwilling to give in too much, and he always felt that there should be room for redemption in this trip. Of course, he could no longer attack Deng Jingshan. This person was a rotten scholar with a stubborn mind.
While he was thinking wildly, the commotion and curses of the soldiers suddenly came from the street, as if they were accusing their superiors of withholding military rations. Soon the military judicial team came to arrest the old soldiers who made the trouble, and the street soon fell into chaos.
It was quiet, but Yan Zhuang felt a strong curiosity in his heart.
He raised his head and asked the man next to him in a low voice: "Is the soldier I heard just now a soldier from the Hedong Army? How could he be captured by his own people?
The waiter sighed and said, "Oh, it's not the moldy food that's causing the problem."
Yan Zhuang was even more confused: "I heard that the weather in Hedong has been good in the past two years, and there are millions of dendrobium in the warehouse alone. How could Dr. Deng treat his soldiers badly?"
"What you don't know is that after Chang'an was recovered, the granaries in Chang'an had already been exhausted. The emperor had to order the Hedong Jiedushi to allocate grain through Pujin Ferry. The Hedong Jiedushi at that time was Wang Sili. After receiving the order, he immediately transferred 500,000
Shi transferred rice and millet to Chang'an, and all he allocated was new rice from last year and that year, but what was left was old rice that was more than three years old. Later, Wang Sili resigned as the governor of Hedong, and the imperial court appointed Deng Jingshan as the new one.
Hedong Jiedu envoy."
"The soldiers in Hedong were already resentful about the transfer of new rice. After Deng Jingshan took office, he asked the military chief and Jiedu Sima to distribute the spoiled old rice that had been accumulated for a long time to the soldiers. He also said that the commander of the army is the same as the boss.
We all need to be diligent and frugal. If you don’t eat rotten food and leave it to others, are you wasting it to feed the animals?”
At this point, the clerk completely opened up his chatterbox and started to complain: "I think this Doctor Deng has made his brain stupid because of his reading. He is not as clear as me, a common man with a flat head. You let the soldiers eat the oldest moldy rice."
, will those that are not moldy become moldy if left for a long time? If you eat them like this, you will always end up with moldy rice. Can soldiers not complain?"
Just as he was getting excited, a clerk from the post station came into the room with a cup of tea. He coughed and reprimanded: "You seem smart and talk a lot. If you dare to talk about Dr. Deng behind his back, I'm not afraid of losing your head."
These words were so frightening that the waiter shut his mouth and had to leave the guest house in despair. The clerk walked up to Yan Zhuang and crossed his hands and said: "Mr. Yan, please don't say such things to the outside world. We are little people, but
We are just here to earn a living, and we don’t dare to offend anyone casually. You have been living here for so long, which has already made us frightened."
Yan Zhuang lowered his head and rolled his eyes, then raised his head with a smile and said to the clerk: "Of course I don't want to cause you any trouble, so I decided to leave Taiyuan tomorrow. Please also call my people up from the wing downstairs.
Arrange for them to prepare."
These words made the clerk involuntarily feel happy, thinking that he had finally sent away the god of plague, but he said with an apology on his face: "Mr. Yan, your injury has not healed yet, and you are really not suitable for activities."
The clerk was afraid that Yan Zhuang would be moved and stay, so he added: "But I see you have a few horses with you. I can prepare a carriage and carriage cover for you, and also give you a set of sheep felt and quilts to spread on the carriage.
, this way you won’t suffer from the fatigue of running around, and you can get out of this place as soon as possible.”
Yan Zhuang pretended to thank the clerk at the post, but at this time his entourage had already arrived in the room. The clerk politely left.
"We will leave Taiyuan City today."
The followers looked at each other, wondering why Yan Zhuang left in such a hurry with such serious injuries. Did Deng Jingshan want to regret taking their lives?
"Hurry up and get ready. We'll talk about it after we leave the city."
On the morning of the next day, Yan Zhuang, who was too injured to move, was carried into a carriage by his followers and escorted out of the gate of Taiyuan City.
When they had traveled less than five miles from Taiyuan, Yan Zhuang ordered his followers to find a village to settle down. This approach made the subordinates even more puzzled, so they had to follow Yan Zhuang's instructions and find an earthen cave dwelling.
Yan Zhuang was carried onto the earthen bed in the cave dwelling by them. He waved his hands to let the others leave. Only his two most trusted followers were left. He whispered to them: "You know why I was in a hurry to leave, but...
Are you hiding near Taiyuan again?"
The two shook their heads in confusion.
"There are big problems within Hedong Fan Town, so this is a good opportunity for us to make great achievements. If we can take Taiyuan without any bloodshed, I will definitely recommend you to take charge of your role in front of the lord after we go back."
The two of them still didn't understand what this meant, so they quickly crossed their hands and asked, "Alang, what's your plan? I'm willing to help you implement it."
Yan Zhuang lowered his voice and said, "I'm going to send you to re-disguise yourself and enter Taiyuan to find out what happened in the city and then tell me. Don't let go of any clues."
"Well, we will definitely live up to Alang's trust."